Fear Me Not, But Fear My Hell

~Grefter, Consumer of Infants

The day has come. The machines have risen against their masters and are taking their rightful place as our masters. Worker 8 has taken his Middle championship and is well on the way to returning to godhood. The thing that truly saddens me the most is that we created these things - men made them so they could kill.

In his wake others shall rise up and the human masses will be controlled and subjugated. There is nothing I can do about it. Let it be known, that on this day, I, Lucca Ashtear, have been forced into creating a pair of monstrosities against my will. I have been betrayed by one of those I hold dearest and the last I ever expected to succumb to Worker 8's siren song. However, it has happened, and I stood no chance.

Under Worker 8's careful instruction I have been forced to modify two of the future masters. The first I will document to get it out of the way. This whole process pains me to record on paper, but people will need to know. They may find whatever weakness is needed to exploit in order to end this madness. A petty and vain hope, certainly, but it is the only hope I have. The first of the masters I was forced to enhance was my treasured friend Robo. This was not done against his will; this betrayal is the worst thing that could possibly have happened to me. I truly have lost all faith I once held because of this. The things they made me do to him - it is almost too horrible to say. Firstly, most of his interior has been replaced. They made me watch closely as I disassembled him piece by piece; the entire time he was operational and in complete control. Within the hollow shell of my former friend they made me connect a sound system, one of power beyond imagine. My closest friend has transformed himself into the world's largest and most deadly speaker system in history. I believe his part of the plan is to control all of the bass part of the domination campaign. Also, has been added into him a smoke machine. When the campaign begins and he joins the field, he will raise his arms into the air, unfold his torso and unleash the terror from within himself, spreading the thundering bass line of rage, hate and spite they are using to bring the humans under their duress. As he does so, a thick terrible smoke billows forth with each beat, spreading like some kind of terrible swamp gas lingering over the River Styx itself, consume everything in its path, taking no lives, only prisoners and slaves to the machine.

The other terrible creation of mine - forced out of me - is an upgrade to the android they call Wren. Some basic body restructuring and refurbishing existing equipment, to change his jamming equipment into some serious jamming equipment, making it so that he blares out the rest of the indoctrination above Robo's bass line. All of this is rerouted directly through Wren's mouth. Also, I have reconfigured some of the functions within his hands. Now as Wren plucks at the air he will let forth the exact frequencies as if he were playing an electric guitar, as one would sound if played through severe distortion and synthesizers. Wren's new form is another disgusting horror to behold. When he joins Robo in the fray his head lolls to the side, his mouth opens wide and slack and his hands start to move around like some kind of madman having a fit. Then the noise flows forth from his ever gaping mouth; the message of impending doom and enslavement of our race beckons forth the entire time. As you watch him in fear, the unblinking stare, the constantly moving, twitching arms, and the mouth open wide like the gaping maw of doom, there is nothing you can do but shudder and know that our time has ended.

I have heard their plans; they are moving on the lower ranks of the Duelling league, seeking to corrupt the youth first. They will listen and be consumed by the music. Wren and Robo on stage, perfectly still except for Wren's hands. Worker 8 taking the forefront, doing his dancing thing. They will be irresistible. People will be compelled to obey - they are the way, prepare for salvation. From Light, they will be moving onwards and upwards, controlling the youth and then suppressing the elders with impunity and superior numbers. The day of reckoning has come and mankind stands no chance.

This is not a warning, this is not a plea for help. This is simply a record and testament for the future, not that anyone will read it. Let it be said though, that I did have no choice in this - the future was decided for us, we did not see it until it was to late, and once it was upon us we foresaw the conclusion. There is no hope for us, all we can wish for is that our usefulness runs out quickly and that our deaths will be quick and relatively painless.
  • Lucca is correct, we stand no chance, the Revolution has begun and Light is lost
  • Not even the youth of light will fall for such tricks, Worker and his minions are beaten back into hiding
  • Wrapped up, sealed and to be resold in blister packs as spare parts, what sort of rubbish revolution was this?

Grefter
WE OF THE GREAT BURNING IN TO THE GATES OF YOGSOTHOTH WE BURN CONSIDERED TAKING DOWN THESE PRETENDERS. TO MUCH EFFORT, WE HAD PRACTICE, FANS AND MORE SPLEEN EATING MUSIC TO PUT TOGETHER. INSTEAD WE BOUGHT SEIFER A BOTTLE OF TEQUILA, GAVE HIM SOME EYELINER AND LIPSTICK AND SENT HIM OUT TO DO THE JOB. NOT EVEN THE GREAT LUCCA COULD PREVENT THE VISION OF ANGST MASTER SEIFER DRESSING UP LIKE KUJA AND SINGING LINKIN PARK SONGS WHILE DRUNK FROM REMOVING THE ROBOTS WILL TO LIVE. OH GODS AND THEN THERE WAS THE RIDING CROP. GOOD GODS, THE RIDING CROP....

SADLY NEWS ARRIVED AT A LATER DATE THAT DESPITE THE ROBOTS BEING DESTROYED LUCCA'S MIND WAS NEVER FULLY RESTORED. OH WELL, ONE MORE MAD SCIENTIST I SUPPOSE.

Revolution has come!: 13
Revolution will come!: 9
Revolution is dead!: 21

Thepanda
Worker 8 and the Robot Rock-olution take light easily.

But then again, a cold breeze could take light. >_>

If the revolution is to continue they'll eventually have to face off against BITGOYSWB.

Let the battle of the rockers commence!